(pretty) gross

If you give me predatory vibes in any way, I will block you without hesitation.

This is a sideblog, I follow from my main. If we’re not mutuals there, I won’t respond to your DMs here.

Hard kinks and dark themes ahead that I do not tag for triggers. If you lack the maturity to grasp the concept of consent, or to understand that some of the themes I post about are just fantasy, as they cannot practically or safely be executed, then please leave and seek professional fucking help.

I’m in a very specific headspace when spam posting on this blog, and I assure you it doesn’t involve thoughts of random fuckboys.

I woke up, desperately needing to pee, and the hair at the nape of my neck was drenched in sweat; I was so uncomfortable but I wanted to sleep just 45 more minutes before I had to get ready, so I turned over and tried to go back to sleep. But then I felt a twitch between my thighs, a gentle reminder that good girls deserve to feel good.

No porn. No audios. Nothing but my thoughts. My fucked up, broken little girl mind and the secret desires it keeps.

And I had the most mind shattering orgasm I’ve had in such a long time, just mindlessly whimpering daddy, daddy, daddy over and over.

I sat on the edge of my bed and had a nice little cry after.

I felt high. But I was as sober. It was such a strange feeling.

Oooohhh! 🙊